
Earlier, when about to close shop Ellia accidentally saw a car that suddenly turned upside down and stopped not far from its place. Intending to help and make sure the driver was okay, Ellia approached him.
But suddenly the driver of the car fainted when he saw himself, making Ellia panic and immediately contact Fredy. Ask Fredy for help to help her and take the man to a nearby clinic.
"You better go home, let me wait here. Pity Emily anyway, she must be waiting for you." Said Fredy.
Ellia nodded, before she went to the clinic, Emily was entrusted to Aunt Frida, Fredy's mother who had come with Fredy.
"I'll go home, if there's anything tell me." His word.
Not yet Ellia stepped up, suddenly a cellphone rang. Because of her closer position, Ellia grabbed the phone. Secretary Jeff's name is on there. Ellia looked at Fredy for a moment before raising the call.
"Hello Sir? Master where is it? It's late why hasn't Mister returned?" Ask Jeff in a row as soon as the call is connected.
"Ehm, sorry before..." Not yet Ellia spoke, Jeff had cut it first.
"Who are you? Why is Mr Anders' phone on you?" Sambar Jeff's.
"Anders?" Ellia was stunned to hear a name familiar to her.
"Yes, Mr. Anders Calvert Willians. Where is he?" Ask Jeff in an intimidating tone. Ellia rounded her eyes, turning her gaze to the figure of the man lying in front of her.
"Ep.. Anders had a little accident, now he's in the clinic." Answer Ellia.
"What's? Which clinic?" Jeff's voice panicked.
"Clinic Healty." Answer Ellia. The call was immediately cut off, it seemed like Jeff was heading straight there.
"Ellia who called?" Fredy asked after Ellia closed her call.
"See, his name's Secretary Jeff." Ellia replied as she stared at the screen of the dead phone.
"Secretary? It seems like he's not an ordinary person." Said Fredy turning his eyes to Anders who was still lying down.
Ellia nodded slowly, she already remembered who that man was now. Anders Calvert Willians, his old schoolmate. The palyboy is always changing girlfriends, but he's the only student at school who never bothered him. It was unexpected that he would meet the man again.
"Fred, I'll be home.Secretary Jeff might be here soon." Said Ellia who put Anders' phone back in its place.
"Alright, you be careful on the road." Fredy Sahut.
"certain." Ellia smiled faintly before stepping out of the clinic.
A few minutes later, Jeff was there.
"Excuse me." Jeff knocked on the door of the room before entering. Fredy approached.
"Yes, are you Mr Jeff?" Ask Fredy.
"Yes, where's Mr Anders?" Ask Jeff.
"That's right there." Fred pointed towards the gurney. Jeff immediately approached his master. Anders was still unconscious.
"What really happened to Mr Anders?" Ask Jeff. He saw Anders' forehead wrapped in bandages.
Fredy then recounted what happened to Anders. Jeff listened carefully.
"So that's how it happened? Then where's Miss Ellia?" Ask Jeff as soon as Fredy is done with the story.
"Ellia's gone home first." Answer Fredy.
"And since Mr. Jeff is here, I also want to go home. You take it easy, the doctor said that Mr. Anders was fine, he only had minor injuries and shock." Obviously Fredy.
"Well, thank you for helping Mr. Anders." Jeff Says.
"Yes, you're welcome." Fredy replied before leaving the room.
Not long after Anders was seen opening his eyes. Hazel's eyes narrowed, adjusting the light in the room.
"Master is conscious?" Ask Jeff. Anders looked slowly at him.
"Master was at the clinic, you had an accident." Answer Jeff.
"Accident?" Anders tried to remember what happened to him. A second later, he woke up.
"Ellia?" Mumbled slowly. She remembered Ellia knocking on her car window but fainted from the shock of seeing the woman.
"Master why? Is anyone sick?" Ask Jeff who looks worried.
"Jeff, who brought me here?" Anders asked back.
"A man named Fredy and a woman named Ellia." The answer.
"Where are they?" Anders asked again, his eyes wide but there was no one else in the room but the secretary.
"They're home, sir." Jeff Sahut.
"Can we meet them now?" Anders was about to rise from his sleep.
"Master, it's night now. We'd better just go home, we can meet them tomorrow. You also need to rest." Prevent Jeff.
"All right.'' Anders breathed a heavy breath, true also the one who said the secretary.
That night Anders returned to the restaurant, the doctor gave permission to go home because Anders' condition had improved. All the way home Anders was silent. His mind drifted back to recall Ellia.
"Ellia wants to help me, does that mean Ellia doesn't know what I did? Because if he finds out, he'll hate me and won't help me." Anders wondered.
Meanwhile, Jeff was driving, not stopping to pay attention to Andres from the rearview mirror inside.
"Master, Sir?" Call Jeff for the umpteenth time. Jeff called him, but Anders was so late in his daydream.
"Yes." Yeah." Sahut Anders who returned.
"Master why? Is anyone sick? We can turn around to get back to the clinic." Said Jeff.
"I'm fine, Jeff. Just drive the right." Tukas Anders's.
"But sir is daydreaming constantly. I'm afraid sir why-why."
"Jeff, I'm fine. You don't have to worry so." Tukas Anders again. The man leaned his back on the car seat, and closed his eyes. Jeff could only waste a heavy breath.
"What's wrong with Mr Anders? Is he in trouble? Since this afternoon, so much daydreaming. Even to an accident like this." Inner Jeff wondered as he occasionally glanced at Anders who was sitting in the passenger seat.
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Next day.
Anders was already standing in front of a shophouse, the building consisted of two floors.
"Is this really the place?" Ask Jeff Anders.
"Yes sir, last night Mr. Fredy said it himself." Answer Jeff.
Anders took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. Trying to reduce the nervousness that suddenly came swarming in his heart. The man stepped in, followed by Jeff behind him.
TING'S.
The shop doorbell rang, signifying someone entering.
"Welcome home." The little girl's voice greeted. Anders was glued to where he stood. Looking at a little girl sitting at the checkout table.
"Master?" Jeff's voice resuscitated him.
"Eh." Anders again continued his steps into the shophouse, approaching the cashier's desk.